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Chapter 275 He doesn’t accept it!

Shuying is a solitary person who doesn't like to socialize with others. He often rarely speaks to others throughout the year.

The reason why he had the patience to talk so much to Luo Luo just now was entirely because of the good relationship between Luo Luo and Yang Rongrong.

At this point, he felt that he had said enough, so he stopped paying attention to Luo Luo and focused all his attention on Yang Rongrong.

Shuying saw that Yang Rongrong's soul had left her body. He summoned the soul-calling flag and tried to call back Yang Rongrong's soul. However, his soul-calling technique, which usually worked well, failed at this moment.

He felt Yang Rongrong's soul through the soul-summoning flag and learned that her soul had not dissipated, but was imprisoned by a powerful force. Even though he was the strongest among the ghost cultivators, he could not break that imprisonment.

Now Yang Rongrong can only rely on her own strength to break free from the restraints from the inside so that she can return to her body.

Shuying then noticed that Yang Rongrong's body was pressed tightly against Hengye, with almost no gap between them. Seeing this, Shuying frowned and the aura around him became increasingly cold.

He tried to separate the two, but found that he couldn't do it.

The two of them seemed to be stuck together, inseparable.

Luo Luo took the initiative to explain: "Don't waste your time. The two of them were locked up by the Luanfeng Lianli Hairpin. The Luanfeng Lianli Hairpin was He Bieqing's magic weapon. Only he knew how to resolve it, but he is already dead now."

Shuying looked at He Bieqing's corpse floating on the water not far away and said coldly: "Then search his soul."

Luo Luo sighed: "I tried it, it didn't work."

He had just used the soul-searching technique to try to read He Bieqing's memory, but found that this guy's memory was a mess, as if countless fragments were barely pieced together. Luo Luo searched all his memories carefully, but did not find any information about the Crane Feather Pen and the Luanfeng Hairpin.

The Crane Feather Pen and the Phoenix Hairpin are both He Bieqing's possessions, and he just used these two magical instruments, so it is impossible for him not to have memories of them.

Unless someone had tampered with his memory.

Luo Luo told Shu Ying his guess, and then said: "You are a ghost cultivator, so you should know more about souls than I do. Do you have any solution to this problem?"

Shuying did not disappoint him and immediately gave a solution.

"Give him to me, I will refine his soul."

Ghost cultivators are best at the art of soul refining, and Shuying is the best among them.

As long as He Bieqing's soul is successfully refined, his soul will completely become Shuying's property, and Shuying will have absolute control over it. At that time, he will obey Shuying's words, and all his memories will be completely open to Shuying.

Luo Luo handed He Bieqing to him immediately without saying anything.

Shuying flipped his right hand up and down, and the soul-calling flag that was originally held in his palm disappeared, and was replaced by the soul-refining flag.

He absorbed He Bieqing's soul into the Soul Refining Banner, then shook the copper bell and practiced his skills. The blood-red surface of the banner seemed to be surging with blood, and vaguely one could see a soul twisting and struggling in the sea of ​​blood.

The ringing of the bells is eerie and ghostly.

Just with one glance, Luo Luo could feel the despair and pain in He Bieqing's soul at this moment.

He secretly clicked his tongue. No wonder many cultivators in the world stayed away from ghost cultivators. The soul refining techniques of these ghost cultivators were truly weird and scary.

……

Yang Rongrong wanted to escape from this storybook world as soon as possible, so every time she finished converting the demonic power in her dantian into spiritual power, she would immediately go to Hengye for help in transferring the demonic power.

Hengye fulfilled his duties as a tool for cultivation and worked tirelessly to help her improve her cultivation.

Yang Rongrong was naturally very grateful for this.

Seeing her cultivation level increasing rapidly and getting closer to the goal of the Spiritualization Stage, Yang Rongrong was full of energy. She said to Hengye, "Thanks to you, my cultivation has been so smooth. I am already in the late Nascent Soul stage. As long as I absorb the demonic power one more time, I should be able to enter the Spiritualization Stage. Then I can take you with me and leave this world."

Hengye lowered his eyes and looked at her, his gaze was gentle, but his heart was full of loss.

Time passed so quickly that I could only kiss her openly for the last time.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he couldn't help but open his mouth and call out, "Rongrong."

His voice was low and hoarse, his eyes were restrained, as if he was trying hard to suppress some emotion.

Yang Rongrong noticed his strangeness and asked, "What's wrong?"

Hengye really wanted to express his true thoughts. He didn't want to leave here. He thought this place was great and he wanted to live here with her forever.

But reason told him that once he said these words, Yang Rongrong would definitely be unhappy.

He didn't want to upset her.

After a long silence, he finally said in a low voice: "Don't be too anxious, it's okay to go slowly."

Yang Rongrong sighed.

"I understand what you mean. My cultivation method is too radical. I used my spiritual power to forcefully expand my Dantian and tendons. Although I am now in the late Nascent Soul stage, my realm is not stable. My Dantian and tendons are very fragile. If I continue to cultivate in this way, I will probably go astray. But I have come this far and I can't retreat. If I stick my head out, I will get hurt. I might as well give it a try."

Hengye saw that she had misunderstood, so he did not explain, but comforted her: "I am here, I will not let anything happen to you."

Yang Rongrong nodded and thanked him.

She had already prepared for the worst. If she was really possessed by the devil, she would just kill herself and start over after death.

Next time, she will take the initiative and take away He Bieqing's crane feather pen, so that he can no longer write stories.

Yang Rongrong pulled Hengye's wrist, took the initiative to move forward and kissed his lips.

Knowing that this was the last time, Hengye felt particularly different.

He hugged Yang Rongrong tightly, transferring his demonic power into her body bit by bit, his dark golden beast eyes staring at her quietly who was so close to him.

Because the demonic power was running rampant in her dantian, it was too uncomfortable for Yang Rongrong. Her brows were tightly furrowed and her face turned slightly pale.

When her dantian was filled with demonic power, the two should have separated, but Hengye did not let go of her hand as usual.

He put one arm around her waist and the other hand on the back of her neck, deepening the kiss harder.

Yang Rongrong was already feeling uncomfortable, and now that he was kissing her so hard, her breathing became even more difficult, and her face became paler.

She raised her hand to push Hengye's chest, and a broken sob escaped from her throat.

Hengye's mind was filled with the impending separation, reluctance and unwillingness filled his chest, making him feel bitter and unbearable.

For the last time, this is the last time.

When she leaves here, she will settle all grudges with him.

Who wants to settle the score with her?

That was her wishful thinking.

He doesn't accept it!